Hermes Trismegistus says: “Come,

Sons of the Wise, let us all rejoice

together, we make our joy

explode with cries of joy because

death has been accomplished.”

Our Son reigns, he has been

adorned and dressed in his purple

cloak!

Hosanna, my Disciple! You have

reached the last bend of the road;

you have climbed the seventh and

final rung of the ladder of

perfection. Clothe the Stone with

its royal mantle. Rejoice, and rouge it.

You have been invested with splendid power. You are in anagogic ascent,

in Paradise. If you wish, you can enter ecstasy, flood your eyes with

celestial Light, abstract yourself from this world in contemplation of the

Absolute.

All mysteries have been shown before your eyes. Power has been granted

to you.

Having reached this pinnacle of perfection, you have completely bound

physical energies to the powers of your soul. You possess the defense

against all evils, the universal remedy!

Your life will sustain itself, because you will know how to extract it directly

from the source of life.

Distance and obstacles will no longer exist for you; you will govern nature

and the elements; you will see the future and read in consciences.

And thus, you will reconstruct the primordial Edenic state, and this

exalted life will be to you like immortality, in which you will enter without

break or transitional state.

This, my Disciple, is the resurrection of our King of Glory who comes

toward you, bursting with splendor. Remember the masters: all of them

have accomplished the transmutation of the philosophical mercury, the

Easter Day to the toll of bells and the joyful songs of Hallelujah, that is, at

the end of the long night during which our King died and suffered, the

paschal victim.

Rejoice in this divine gift that has been granted to you on this day!

It is the true carbuncle, the vitriolo rubified, the balsam of triangular life,

the “balsamum perfectum” that the same hand of God offers you; it is the

morning dew, the nobly distilled quintessence, the fish without bones that

swims in the philosophical sea, what the Alchemists call with a single

word: The Universal!

Now you have become the Eagle that gazes fixedly at the sun. You have

held, then, to my promise and I have guided you by the hand to the

threshold of the Absolute.

If you have drawn any fruit from reading these pages, give thanks to the

Lord, and when you enter Glory grant, my disciple, some remembrance to

your Master, to him who has shown you the true Way without deceit: the

Royal Way

Grillot de Givry